A Figment Of The Imagination Is Just

Our Ego Is Our Silent Partner...too Often With A Controlling Interest.

Worry Compounds The Futility Of Being Trapped On A Dead-end Street. Thinking Opens New Avenues.

Strangers Are What Friends Are Made Of.

Money Can Be Fickle, Having A Lasting Relationship With A Few And A Brief Fling With Others, While Just Flirting With The Rest Of Us.

Saying What We Think Gives Us A Wider Conversational Range Than Saying What We Know.